Last night I opened the fridge and for the most part it was empty with not much more than the bulb and condiments; and I thought to myself, Were we robbed? I just put away a trunkful of groceries yesterday;

And with the ding of a text, there was suspect number one:

What’s for dinner?

Not to be outdone by suspect number two:

Is dinner ready?

Since we are all in the same house, separated by only one floor and twenty something years, I responded in voice, not text, because the art of conversation has not been lost on my generation:

Dinner will be ready in 20 minutes. It will be a surprise to us all.
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My plan to eat my way through a box of warm doughnuts on Tuesday was hampered by the weather;

Snowed in on Mardi Gras;

As I was trying to quell my sweet tooth with my third cup of coffee, my mind drifted into a momentary lapse of insanity; perhaps I should spend my free day getting a head start on spring cleaning. I’ve been meaning to de-clutter the closets and tackle the pile of paperwork in the office.